In societies dominated by modern conditions of production, life is presented as an immense accumulation of spectacles. Everything that was directly lived has receded into a representation.

Tom put on his spectacles to read the letter.

When Dr. Mortimer had finished reading this singular narrative he pushed his spectacles up on his forehead and stared across at Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Who is that gentleman in spectacles?

An old gentleman with gold spectacles and grey hair came into the room, and said, in a slight French accent, 'Have I the honour of addressing Monsieur Erskine?'

Almost one-third of all office workers wear spectacles.

Tom wiped his spectacles.

Were did I leave my spectacles?

He looked sharply at me over his spectacles.

The old man nodded as I entered the room, and he pushed his spectacles far up on his bald forehead.